Through a field of glistening daisies.. laughing in sunglow.. pioneers track
behind guides to places they don’t know..
Jori found a flowered path.. reflecting sounds so fair.. behind her face a smilin’.. beneath a flow of auburn hair..
Cities short of riot.. anger everywhere.. playing games for money.. forgetting how to care..
Jori thought reaction through.. is extension clean?.. of a flawed destructor.. when a peaceful scene..
Is what she was born for.. a lovely woman styled.. has love for those who love her.. her way.. in ‘passion wild’..
Fiddle tuned in glow or ruin.. sun or dark of night.. her voice would sing of things.. turn darkness into light..
Jori a good woman.. mother in her soul.. songs to sing in harmony.. wait in a crystal bowl..
Thought.. ‘it seems reaction is something necessary in society.. to act in freedom is something necessary to the soul’.. Peace Tony